Lanterna Rally

Author: John Banim

Publisher: Theclassics.Us

Published: 2013-09

Total Pages: 166

ISBN-13: 9781230328263

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1865 edition. Excerpt: ... Crohoore finally turned away, walked leisurely over the bog, and, crossing a near eminence to the left, was lost to their view, long before the men, though they ran almost as soon as he moved, had gained the rustic bridge, which, at a considerable distance up the stream, gave safe passage to the other side. Pierce Shea was conveyed home, in a very exhausted state. The torture of his mind and the sufferings of his body bronght on, as the old chronicler at the wake had truly related, a bad fever. When past danger, his recovery was slow, owing to his impatience to be well; and two months elapsed before he was able to renew the search for his mistress. CHAPTER VI. But while Pierce himself was rendered incapable of pursuing the ravisher of his mistress, a substitute appeared in the person of one from whom no such zeal or friendship could have naturally been expected. Jack Doran was the son of an opulent gentleman farmer, who lived two miles nearer to the city of Kilkenny than did Ned Shea, Pierce's father, or Tony Dooling. His sire we may well call a profligate old fellow: he had never married, and, of his many offspring, all were illegitimate. Beared up without a mother's care, and with the loose example of his father before his eyes, it is not to be wondered that Jack lacked morals. He was known as a dashing fellow--to use the local idiom, " a tatterin' tearin' fellow;" dressing well; doing what he liked; riding a great active horse; the tout ensemble of his appearance and figurea medinm between the blood of the neighbouring town and the rustic boulamskeech, whose glory was gathered by fighting at fairs and patterns, and drinking inordinate potations of bad beer, in hedge ale-houses. Not that Jack himself did not now and then condescend to...